Like a young Adonis, divine was he.
Star athlete, he was masculine and trim.
Dark hair had he and eyes like azure sea.
Wherever he would go, girls flocked to him.
She was like a deviant among them.
The school was preppy. If it were a pond,
she’d be the outlier they labeled scum.
Of ordinary things she was not fond.
She’d come to school disheveled, legs not shaved.
Large bright tattoos ran up and down her arms.
In class, with cheekiness she misbehaved.
Immune was she to the divine one’s charms.
That guy most worshiped seemed to reverence her!
The other students watched as if in shock
to see each day whatever might occur
when their young god with her would try to talk.
They did not see in her that inner glow
that he could see, but somehow he broke through
by bringing out her beautiful, and so
now everybody else can see it too.
Participant in a contest
Unknown to many and modest
Hundreds flocked vying for Best Make-up Artist
And only one won from the list
A mortician from the West
196.
Our Golden Times During PNoy – Part 3
Behold PNoy who is like a dragon
Faces no retreat from any contention
He has poured down his wrath
On those who taint the Straight Path
From a mighty magistrate
Who tried to abominate
To a feeble commoner
Who is considered a destroyer
And when he flaps his wings
The whole nation sings
For he is also just and forgiving
For those who went against him like the Comedy King
Because of peace and stable economy
Foreign investors and famous entertainers flocked the country
During this Year of the Dragon
Philippines has become a brighter nation.
-12/31/2012
(Dumarao)
He thought he was a star
When he got a little fame
"Andy Warhol's fifteen minutes came."
As he flickered in illusion's jar
Many women flocked to his starry glow
As his wife played second fiddle
Then his lovers solved the riddle
And that was the end of the show
He was just a firefly in fame's vast universe
and of course, it showed
His star began to implode
As it orbited in reverse
Soon that star will fall from the sky
For stardom is a fickle game
You can watch those fifteen minutes of fame
Burning up as it goes by
Speedster ranks fully stocked
The Barmy Army's flocked
Baz Ball glock fully cocked
BUT
Hilariously knocked vicariously docked
Variously rocked nefariously socked
Tell still reeling from feeling shell shocked
SO
Even with the WACA's gates locked
Snazzy Baz jazz's been blocked
Ben's men buzz has been mocked
WHY
Travis seriously deliriously peacocked!
The bright shining visage
As glowing as the glossy morning sun.
Brighter the legs,
Though not fully seen,
That pulls a thousand eye’s apples
The skirt tangles
Above the knee.
Chubby thighs and knees too.
It was a sober chilly foggier morn
And the fainting Beings.
The rest wool flocked
The socks locked ankles
That protrude the blocky shoes
And the unmindful bosoms swing.
The neatened curly locks hang on her temples
Thoughtful, mischievous timid eyes
With conniving looks –
They look and don’t look.
Cognizant of being starred at.
Look at everyone and not at anyone.
Her whitish brown angular countenance
And the big bag of assumed knowledge on her back.
She walks into the school bus GF 8,
Lost herself in thinking of thoughts -both hers and others.
Pulling down the tens of ‘manly’ sights.
And the unmindful women
Both in envy and admiration.
The wind might howl.
The air might chill the spine of leaves.
The sky is a theatre of tragedy and
despair. The fateful romance of gods.
I flocked to the Sun with Dandelion seeds.
The hopes and wonder of Icarus.
And as dried bones of summer
trembled from branches, I found my courage.
For a while, I forgot my human heart.
High on a quaint little hill,
In a quiet, quaint little town.
Wild Orchids, once plentiful,
Were nowhere to be found.
It was a mystery to all there,
So sad, such beauty, now gone.
What once blessed their vision,
Amber sunsets, golden dawns.
A pall fell upon the town,
All their sunsets disappeared.
Such beauty lost, bred sorrow,
As another Winter drew near.
Then tragedy struck the land!
War ravaged their small township.
All young men were called away,
All the women knelt in worship.
Time seemed to wane wearily,
Anxious hearts feared the worst.
Then news came of twelve casualties,
And every heart there would burst.
Twelve, flag-draped coffins, carried,
Every young man, bred and born.
A million tears would rain,
Every broken heart would mourn.
The Winter, bleak and barren,
Each day just like the last...cold!
A lifeless, loveless town died,
Unsure of what would unfold.
When, on a bright and infant morn,
The whole town flocked in waves.
By the light of Spring's first day...
Wild Orchids lined the graves!
they had heard the owl was wise
his intelligence was mediocre at best
his ideas were not even his own
He got them from Knox News
If Knox recommended meal worms
Owl ate meal worms
If Knox said the sky was red
Owl thought the sky was red
a fowl ruled by suggestions and subliminal clips
Owl was wise in no way
Yet many flocked to his tree to ask his advice
Sent there by Knox News
Everyone's heard the story
Of how the world began
How God created all in seven days
On the seventh day He took a restful stand
And God said "let there be light"
On day 1 God said "let the darkness
Divide from the light"
On the left darkness was the vast universe
The light was the promise of a bright future
And it took its place on the right
ON day 2 God divided the water
Seven times to make the seas
From it came the mightiest rivers
And the tiniest streams
On Day 3 God divided the valleys
From the peaks
Up grew the green grass and the
Yellow flowers (the beauty of nature
That everyone seeks)
On day 4 God divided the brightness
He made the sun, the moon and the stars
He sprinkled the stars against the night
so that to reach them
Never seemed very far
On day 5 God divided His praying hands
To cover the empty land
Fish swam the rivers
Beasts roamed the prairies
Birds flocked together in a strand
On day 6 God divided "lonely" from "life"
He scooped up the clay to make a man
And a rib from man's side made his wife
On day 7 God rested
(I'm sure He thought about all He'd done
and thought it would be the perfect place
to raise His only Son)
Beautiful Soul
His voice, his face, his body, his attitude
All expressions of great beauty
Loved by many, adored by many, hated by many
Few really knew his inner beauty they just seen his looks
Looks so beautiful, so adoring, so seductive.
Women flocked to him by the thousands wanting him, yearning for his touch, his words of love and commitment
Few got it-few understood his real soul
The darkness that filled it, that showed him their true intentions
He yearned for his soul mate, the one who loved him the most
His inner demons, his flaws, his imperfections
He seen her in a photo and knew
She was his and he was hers
Only when he dared to go outside of his comfort zone was he able to touch her
When they touched sparks flew, the sky opened up with light and warmth
Excitement and warmth filled their bodies as they touched looking seductively in each others eyes
Only then as he looked into her beautiful eyes did he realize the soul he had been searching for was not one of outside beauty
But inside beauty, beauty that would show him pure love, trust, comfort, and extreme joy
He bought the barren island for $13,000
Together with a friend, they planted 16,000 trees
For 40 years, the island turn into a sanctuary
Of insects, flowers, birds and tortoises which became
Famous and well known throughout the country
He turned down offer being a news editor and settled
The rest of his whole life living in the island
He manage the island well and made it
An important place in his private life
The island grow well with his own management
The Saudi prince want to buy the island for $10 million
But he refuses the offer for personal reason
Until, one day he announced and open it to the public
The island became an important tourist destinations
People flocked and flourished the island
He died with old age in the island
The country declared the island as a National Park
In lieu of his stated Last Will.
God the Father is not mocked
Jesus the Son is not mocked
The transgender have flocked to the last supper
Blasphemy from the enemy
The Blood of Jesus is the remedy
Yet the sign of Noah is clear
We do not fear
Jesus Christ will return!
God the Father is not mocked
Jesus the Son is not mocked
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
toss anger, he said
into the bin of waste
waste not mankind’s love
with abuse and bite
the bullet skies
high the eagle flies
why not the steeple
less with feathers flocked
why not the pews on
threadbare knees
that knock and palms
close touch of closed
and ethereal eyes, in shock
of amazing blue, far above
the whizzing bell of shots
some fell, some rise
both have a knell and sigh
anger flung like monkey dung
lay upon the sheetrock roof
its lies are born and cradled
evil has a childhood, is able
to wean and crawl, to fall
toss anger, he spoke
to the deaf and blind
they never woke nor wised
up. six feet downer done
swept into the bin of waste
a godforsaken life
They don’t ever prepare you for when life gets tough to bare
It’s something a lot of times one must learn themselves
With the pain and loss that I carry, I must not let it weigh these wings down
The air rushing against my face reminds me of the invigoration of freedom
I am not my past but my future
You always look ahead when flying, never back
There’s a whole lot of pride I find deep in my soul looking around at myself and the others
There’s nothing like feeling I have earned my spot and we could not be whole without me
I have a purpose, I am a piece of this flock and we must all work together
The perfect V shape as we sharply cut through the sky with our beaks held high
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